Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1755 Consolation
Fang Zilan remained expressionless. "Informing the Mo family in advance is enough; I've done my utmost."

"I don't need you to inform me." Mo Yang snorted coldly. "A gentleman surnamed Pei has come by."

“Pei Xiaozhe?” Fang Zilan said coldly, “With his guts, even if he finds out something, would he dare to make it public?”

Mo Yang opened his mouth, then said with difficulty, "You don't care about Pei Xiaozhe, but what about Prince Yucheng? What if he finds out something..."

“If Prince Yucheng can’t find anything, then it’s my dereliction of duty.” Fang Zilan interrupted Mo Yang without any politeness. He said incredulously, “Did you recruit Prince Yucheng? Have you ever considered that someone as noble and powerful as him would never be wallowing in the quagmire of the Southeast?”

“If King Yucheng cannot do it,” Fang Zilan raised an eyebrow and said casually, “I will step forward and end all of this myself.”

"The late Duke of Yue is dead!" Mo Yang was furious, but his confidence was clearly lacking. "Fang Zilan, who do you think you are?"

"Didn't you say so?" Fang Zilan's lips curled up into a perfect arc. "I am Fang Zilan."

After she finished speaking, she gently pushed away Awan's hand, took out a dagger, and pointed it directly at the blank tombstone.

Mo Yang hurriedly grabbed Fang Zilan's wrist, frowning as he said, "What are you doing? Even if Mo Han dies, he is still a criminal. His name cannot be engraved on this tombstone..."

"A disgraced official?" Fang Zilan forcefully shook off Mo Yang's hand, staggering as she did so. "Is that how you see Mo Han?"

Mo Yang froze, watching as Fang Zilan carved each word onto the tombstone, as if she had used all her strength, her entire left hand trembling.

As she finished carving the last stroke, Fang Zilan stood up unsteadily, bowed her head to the side of the monument, and whispered, "Mo Han, I'm not afraid anymore. Once it's all over, I'll go down and be with you. Soon, you won't have to wait long."

Awan stood behind Fang Zilan and heard her words clearly. Her outstretched hand trembled and stopped in mid-air, but she dared not touch her.

Fang Zilan straightened up, only to feel a blur before her eyes. The dagger in her hand was flipped over and facing her. A flash of silver light passed by, and all she could see was bright red, but it wasn't her blood.

Murong Qing gripped Fang Zilan's dagger with one hand, "Be careful, don't hurt yourself."

Fang Zilan instinctively pulled out her dagger, slashing Murong Qing's hand until it bled profusely. "You..."

Seeing this, Awan finally came to her senses and hurriedly looked at the injury on Murong Qing's hand, but he avoided her, saying, "It's nothing, just a small injury. It's good that you weren't hurt, sister."

Fang Zilan pursed her lips, remaining silent. She simply sheathed her dagger, turned, and walked out of the cemetery. Awan and Murong Qing chased after her, leaving Mo Yang alone, standing before the tombstone, on which was engraved—

He came here; he was excellent.

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Meng Tingyang watched silently as Awan bandaged Murong Qing's wounds, feeling a surge of anger rising within him. He couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, what exactly happened? Why is it that you're injured, yet your wife acts as if nothing happened..."

"Meng Tingyang, you talk too much." Murong Qing didn't even lift his eyelids, so Meng Tingyang had no choice but to keep quiet until the bandage was finished and he politely thanked Awan.

Fang Zilan sat in the carriage, listening to their conversation. Her heart remained calm, but she was calculating the cost if Murong Qing were dragged into this scheme. "Miss Alan, you're finally back! Please help me persuade Miss Awan," Xiao Huan said, looking at Fang Zilan as if she had found a savior. "Miss Awan has a fever, and Master is afraid she's caught the plague. He told me to watch her drink her medicine, but she refuses. I really don't know what to do."

"Awan, you have a fever?" Fang Zilan then realized why Awan's palms were sweaty. She immediately reached out and touched Awan's forehead, which was indeed burning hot.

"I'm fine." Awan pushed her hand away. "I'm just tired these past two days. I'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

"Awan, you are a healer. Only by saving your life can we save the lives of many others." Without further ado, Fang Zilan pulled Awan into the house. "I brought you here, and I must be responsible for your life."

Awan retorted fiercely, "It was my choice to come; it has nothing to do with you."

"Ah Wan, I know you're skilled and daring, but this is an epidemic, no small matter." Fang Zilan pressed her down on the round stool, her expression fierce but her eyes full of worry. "How confident are you that everything will be alright?"

“I…” Awan’s voice trailed off involuntarily, “I don’t know, I…”

"Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, we can't let our guard down." Fang Zilan picked up the medicine bowl from the table and squatted down in front of Awan. "Is this the medicine?"

"Yes." Awan nodded. "I'll do it myself. Stay away from me, I'm scared..."

"I'm not afraid. I won't let you bear all of this alone." Fang Zilan scooped up a spoonful of medicine and brought it to Awan's face. "I told you, I'll take responsibility for your life."

“But you also said that the plague is no small matter…” Awan was interrupted by Fang Zilan before she could finish speaking. “Precisely because the plague is no small matter, I must stay by your side and not leave you for a moment. If I get infected, you can help me get treatment.”

Hearing this, Awan became anxious, "What do you mean by 'what if'? Don't say such unlucky things!"

"Okay, I won't say anything." Fang Zilan brought the spoon to Awan's lips. "Here, drink your medicine."

Awan obediently finished her medicine, and Xiaohuan, who had been waiting beside her, finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Miss Alan, you really have a way."

Fang Zilan smiled, picked up the medicine bowl, and stood up. "I'll take care of it. Xiao Huan, you need to be careful during this time. Even though you're wearing a silk handkerchief to cover your face, you still need to be extra careful."

"Don't worry, Miss A-Lan, Master has already instructed me. I will be careful." After saying this, Xiao Huan took her leave. Fang Zilan told A-Wan to go and rest, then took the medicine cup out, tidied up, and hurriedly returned to her room.

When she returned, Awan was already in bed. Hearing the noise, she instinctively called out her name, "Fang Zilan?"

"I'm here." Fang Zilan sat down on the edge of the bed and teased, "Why aren't you calling me 'sister' anymore?"

"You still call me 'sister'? You don't act like a sister at all. All you do is order me around." Awan said, half-playing and half-feeling wronged. "Now look what's happened, I'm sick. Let's see who you order around now."

"I know Xiao Awan has worked hard, that's why I went to the Wang family to order Wang Shen around today." Fang Zilan had barely finished speaking when she saw Awan's face darken. "You still have the nerve to talk back?"

"Yes, yes, it's all my fault." Fang Zilan immediately changed her tune, "Let's switch. Let Xiao Awan order me around. What does Xiao Awan want me to do?"